The Right Kind of Wrong

This book reminded me how frustrated it has become to be a reader/listener of lesbian romance; why can't my people write a good romance novel? Normally a considerate reviewer would give a spoiler alert prior to writing all this but since there's not really all that much to spoil anyway.
Quinn and Grace have been the best of friends for 20 years, since the night that Quinn tried to pick up Grace, only to hear Grace tell her she needed a friend more than we needed a hookup. Unfortunately for them both Quinn can't seem to grasp the concept that things can, and often do change. The fact that practically everyone who spends more than 10 minutes around them sees it and shares it with them; somehow, as it so often happens in fiction they don't listen. Thus listeners waste a few hours waiting for the light bulb to go on for the two of them, because like far too many romances where this tired old plot line is trotted out the angst seems to last forever. This might have been good enough if not for one major flaw; for most of the book Quinn is unlikable. She is basically a selfish bitch, not good enough for Grace, totally self absorbed and needlessly cruel to her so called best friend. Then in a weird, convoluted, not very believable sequence she and Grace come together and a couple, three ridiculously cheezy scenes end a story that can't quite make it to mediocrity.

The book is a fine HEA romance. It feels like it could have been 75 to 100 pages shorter by cutting back on the characters’ hand wringing but it didn’t make the story unpleasant.
The narration however, is a whole other thing. I’m not sure if the producer slowed down the speed of speech if that is the narrator’s natural cadence, but the pace was positively soporific.